The namesake chef of the Culver City eatery is Ben Ford, Indiana Jones' son, who, in a nod to his father's manly movies, installed wide skylights and big wooden beams befitting the hearty American bistro.
The warm baguette was smeared with crushed garlic and olive oil.
Miguelito had a wheat beer branded Hoegaarden while I had an extremely girlie pink lemonade cocktail spiked with vodka.
Miguelito and I decided to dine in Culver City because the runway shows for L.A. Fashion Week were being held nearby. I promised Miguelito that I would take him to his first runway show, a presentation for a punkish men's line called Elmer Ave. We were so hungry that we wistfully gazed at the food waiting to be delivered from the kitchen
This foie gras was worth waiting two months for. Seared to perfection, it was carefully balanced on fluffy French toast guarded by a trio of blood oranges.
The Bibb lettuce served as a refreshingly light bed for the crushed hard-boiled eggs and bacon.
Miguelito and I shared the fish and chips. The turbot was dipped in a beer batter. In addition to the French fries, or chips, we were pleasantly surprised by the addition of onion rings, fried asparagus and sweetly pickled carrots to the basket. Afterward, Miguelito and I watched a procession of tricked-out blazers to the ear-shattering tunes by a two-man band called The Devil's Orchestra. There was a reason why the show organizers placed earplugs on all the attendees' chairs.
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